Helmut crosses the creaking boards to reach the great, reinforced double doors. They were once an impressive work, with sigils and Enigmas wrought into the iron work in meticulous detail. But now all that is ruined; bent, deformed, pulled apart, and defaced beyond recognition. The beaten doors stand ajar and it is a minimal effort for Helmet to lean on them and push them wide open.

Within the chapel is an Unholy wreck!

Behind the altar the back wall, with all its glorious stained glass windows, has collapsed outward leaving a great pile of rubble and a yawning gap to the open sky. The altar itself and all the pews and timber work are broken apart and much of it scorched and burned. But worse (if possible)! There is a blighted crater in the floor! As if it were pummeled by the fist of Baal Himself a dark opening some 20ft wide hangs, like a terrible maw, in the very center of the chapel floor.

What force could render such complete ruin is beyond Helmet's immediate reckoning.

"Baals breath!" gasps Helmut, eyes wide at the scale of the destruction. Against his better judgement, he is then drawn, irrevocably, toward the blackened maw of the pit, to peer into its cursed depths...

Ashtad sees immediately that there is much dust and ash upon the broken floor; and further there are myriad foot prints going hither and tither. It is impossible to discern the exact numbers or direction, but it is clear there has been much traffic through this place, and some of it quite recently. Today or, if not, perhaps yesterday.

Meanwhile, Helmut is drawn to the gaping crater; it is a 20ft round whole punched through the floor; either into it or out of it. As he draws near he spies a narrow, circular stone stair that curls around the cylindrical hole, finding a precarious way down to an unlikely stone floor--scarcely visible--some 40ft below. He can barely make out the bottom.

Ashtad is tempted to poke an arrow into the gap, but there is nothing but air to poke. Valorn grunts something about inferior stonework.